there was no way to escape the glaring lights

Title: patience (or lack thereof)
Summary: Exasperated by the slow process of Sasuke and Sakura getting together, Kakashi and Naruto discuss their relationship.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View
Rating: K
A/N: I tried to get this out for ssmonth but couldn’t manage to before a very important visit arrived! Oh well, at least I still whipped this out ahhaa. I think many of you will love this one :)

“Those two are impossible.”

Never looking up from his forever-favored little orange novel, Kakashi merely hummed in reply, distractedly stirring his chopsticks into his miso soup’s steaming broth. “Give them time, Naruto,” he drawled. “It’s only been six months since he came back from his journey.”

But his former student didn’t seem to feel the same, throwing his arms up expressively. “Exactly, Kaka-sensei—it’s been six months!” he exclaimed. Naruto leaned his head back against the frame of the chair, groaning hopelessly. “What the hell is Sasuke doing?”

At this, Kakashi glanced at him, lips tugging lightly under his mask. Naruto only proceeded to lean forward again and shove a handful of noodles into his mouth, features annoyed. It was just like him to get frustrated that things weren’t moving along fast enough between his two best friends.

“Sasuke is healing and trying to put his life back in order,” Kakashi calmly settled to explain, returning to his beloved book. He absentmindedly poked at a piece of grilled eggplant. “He’s spent years away from us on a path that he knows now did neither him nor anyone else any good, and now he’s trying to come to terms with all that.”

A snort of pure disbelief sounded beside him. “Oh come on, he’s had two years to work through that—and you know he’s been doing great lately!”

That was true enough. Still, Kakashi simply shrugged in response. “Maybe not well enough to his standards.”

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Transparent Crystalline Solid (5)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: Almost there, guys!

Originally posted by daniel-wellington

“He’s a wreck, Steve. He hasn’t been out of his room for weeks” Pepper sighs, rubbing her cheeks with the palms of her hands. “We still haven’t been able to contact Thor? Heimdall?”

Steve shakes his head. “It’s been silent. I’m worried something’s gone wrong. Jane hasn’t been able to find any fluctuations or whatever she calls it. She’s in no better shape than Bucky is”

Pepper bites her lip, smiling at Tony when he pulls her into him. “I’m sure it’s fine. Y/N and Thor separately can kick all of our asses. But together? I wouldn’t bet anything against them”

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BTS Scenario: Trying to Wake Up Yoongi

Min Yoongi X Reader

Thank you to @bubblessssss for the request!

Summary: You decide to take on the brave task of trying to wake up Min Yoongi after the other members claim that it’s too dangerous of a job. 

Word Count: ~2.8k

~I had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you all enjoy it!~

***I do not own the gif***

“Y/N…we really need your help.” You listened to Jimin say quickly over the phone. You could hear the other boys mumbling quietly in the background as Jimin spoke. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Just come over to the dorm. Please, hurry up.” He said before hanging up. What could they possibly be doing that required your help so urgently? Before your mind could wander and be flooded with thoughts that the boys could possibly be in danger, you quickly reached for your things and headed over to the dorm. 

Upon arriving, you were met at the door by Jimin who led you inside to where the rest of the members were waiting. 

“Okay…so what is it? Why did you call me over here?” You asked impatiently, wanting to know what could be so unbelievably important seeing as all the boys seemed to be okay. 

“Y/N, we don’t mean to be a bother, it just that we’ve been trying to wake up Yoongi hyung for the past thirty minutes and none of us have managed to do it,” Hoseok spoke up from behind Jimin. You looked at the group questioningly, they had to be kidding.

“You can’t be serious right now. This is why you called me over? It can’t be that hard to wake him up.” 

“That’s what you think, he tried to bite me!” Taehyung blurted out, raising up his arm to point to a red spot where Yoongi had tried to sink his teeth into Taehyung’s skin. Suddenly, you found yourself bursting into laughter at the six boys in front of you as they stared at you confusedly. 

“Will you just do it? We figured he’d listen to you since he wouldn’t dare hurt his ‘jagi’.” Jimin interjected, a hopeful look on his face. 

“You guys are ridiculous,” you said in between giggles, “but I’ll do it since you all are so terrified. I’ll show you how it’s done.” You replied confidently as you marched up the stairs to Yoongi’s room. Jimin was right, Yoongi would never hurt you and he’d certainly be happy to see his loving girlfriend coming to wake him up in the morning, right?

When you reached Yoongi’s room, you knocked on the door just in case the sleeping prince had finally gotten up. When there was no answer you carefully cracked open the door to see him still curled up in his bed. He looked so peaceful while sleeping and you almost didn’t want to wake him, but if the others really insisted, you’d do it.

“Yoongi,” you whispered as you tip-toed towards his bed. No answer. You tried calling his name again but to no avail. You stood over his bed and saw his face squished into his pillow and it took an immense amount of control to resist reaching over to poke his cheeks. In that moment, he looked like he’d never hurt a soul. Taehyung must have been overreacting; there was no way that this adorable slumbering creature known as Min Yoongi could possibly have tried to bite him.

“Yoongi, wake up!” You said a bit louder, this time shoving his shoulder lightly. He emitted a loud whine from under the covers before turning his back to you and pulling the covers tighter around his slim form.

“F*ck off Jimin, let me sleep” Yoongi grumbled. You let out a quiet giggle at the fact that he thought Jimin had come back to bug him. 

“It’s not Jimin, it’s Y/N!” You said, bending down to poke his sides. He let out a quiet grunt and shifted once again, but still, he refused to get out of bed. You figured you’d just have to try harder. You bent down further to lean over Yoongi, getting close enough to whisper into his ear.

“Yoongi, sweetheart, you have to get up. I came all the way here to wake you up, so please?” You whispered in his ear while gently running your fingers through his hair in hopes that he’d listen after hearing you talk so sweetly to him. He turned over to face you, cracking open one eye to glare up at where you were standing. Just when you thought you’d finally succeeded, he swung his leg out at you in an attempt to get you to back off.

“Min Yoongi!” You scolded, staring down at him in shock. It was no use waking him up nicely now; you were going to drag him out of that bed by his legs if you had to. 

“Go away.” Yoongi muttered raspily, pulling the covers over his head. 

You reached down to grab his arm and began to tug at him while keeping a slight distance just in case he decided to kick at you again. To your surprise, he suddenly reached both his hands out to grab your arms and pulled as hard as he could until you toppled onto the bed. 

“What are you-” you were cut off by Yoongi wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace until you couldn’t move. 

“If you won’t leave me alone, I’ll just have to stop you this way.” He mumbled in your ear before cuddling into you and falling back asleep. 

“Yoongi, let me go!” You cried out, wriggling around while his arms were locked around you. He grumbled drowsily in response while pulling you closer. How was it possible that he could hold such a tight grip around you while sleeping? 

You struggled in his arms until you were finally able to turn around to face him. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend could be so stubborn. However, there was no way you’d give in now, no, this had become a challenge. 

“Yoongi!” You whined loudly into his ear while kicking your legs around in hopes that you’d pester him enough that he’d let go long enough for you to escape. At long last, he slowly began to open his eyes. He squinted at the bright light pouring into the room, looking around before his eyes finally landed on you glaring at him while still stuck in his arms. He stared at you for a moment before yawning loudly and you found that you couldn’t stay angry with him for too long, not when he looked so cute in his dazed, half-asleep state. 

You wiggled out of his arms and sat up in the bed, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit up with you. You giggled at him as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, his hair sticking in every direction. 

“Jagi, you’re so mean you know that? Why did you have to wake me up?” He spoke raspily while pouting at you. Yoongi let out a whine as you reached over to attempt to fix his messy, mop of hair. 

“I had to! When am I supposed to see my wonderful boyfriend if he’s in bed sleeping all day?” You said jokingly, poking at his cheeks as he tried to swat your hands away. 

“I hate you.” He replied grumpily while running his hands through his hair, entirely messing up the work you’d just done to flatten it. 

“Well, I love you.” You giggled, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek before standing up. You looked down to see Yoongi lift his hand to where you’d pecked him, his cheeks beginning to burn a bright pink. You reached down once more to place a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at you in his flustered state.

“If you get out of bed, I’ll make you breakfast and I might even give you another kiss.” You teased, his cheeks turning increasingly rosier as he looked up at you. Leaving him in his embarrassed state, you exited the room to head to the kitchen. A moment later, you heard footsteps thumping behind you and turned to see Yoongi stumbling towards you. You shot him a questioning expression as to why he was in such a hurry now that he was up. 

“What? I’m starving.” He said, smiling timidly. You laughed before taking his hand and heading towards the kitchen where the rest of the members’ eyes widened in shock upon seeing that you’d succeeded when none of them could.

 You silently flashed them a triumphant smile before pulling pans out to make Yoongi’s breakfast. Of course you’d succeeded, he was your loving boyfriend after all, and waking him up was such a simple task. Besides, it’s not like the others would ever discover what truly happened when you entered the room to awaken the beast that was Min Yoongi. 

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Electric Currents - Nightwing x Reader

Originally posted by lematworks

Requested by Anon - a nightwing imagine where the reader has electrical powers but no one on the team trusts/is nice to her for an unknown reason and one day on a mission they are attacked and she saves everyone but almost dies herself.

You sat in the living room of the cave, using your electrical powers to charge your phone as you played a game on it. Everyone else had gone somewhere, leaving you alone. Shifting to lie flat on the couch, you smiled when you beat your high score. From the position you were laying, no one could see you on the couch from the kitchen area. 

Soon your peace was interrupted at the sound of laughter. You froze, stilling your breath as you heard footsteps in the kitchen.

“That movie was so great,” Cassie giggled, moving around the kitchen. “Not to mention the pizza place afterwards.”

“Yeah, I needed a day out,” Karen agreed as the fridge opened and closed. “It was nice M’gann invited the whole team along. We never do anything fun anymore.” You frowned at the words ‘whole team’, your heart sinking when you realized you had never been invited along for movie and pizza. In fact, you hadn’t even known everyone had left until you searched the cave and found it empty. 

The snap of a pop can opening echoed through the kitchen as more footsteps entered the kitchen. “Hey, is there more of that?” Jaime asked, opening the fridge again. Another pop can opened. “That pizza was amazing, but it left my mouth feeling like a desert.” 

“Maybe you have to be careful not to inhale your food,” Cassie teased as they all laughed. You swallowed hard, closing your eyes as an empty feeling grew in your heart. 

Suddenly, light footsteps came running down the hall and into the kitchen. “Hey guys, Conner’s trying to surf outside!” Garfield cried before running back outside. The others laughed, following him at a much slower pace. 

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.1

Well, this was meant to be a mini part but it turned out longer than all of the other main parts… The first mini part to the date mini series (can I even call it that?) Hope this lived up to your expectations guys because it killed me to write this without it becoming too predictable.

Leave me your thoughts on how you felt about this, okay?

Thanks for reading, I love you guys so much!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1 - Here  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

It was a random Wednesday morning in school when Jungkook approached you, his cheeks tinted a light pink. He had called you into school early, obviously wanting to speak with you before the rest of your classmates arrived. He was currently sitting in his usual position in front of your desk and instead of getting straight to the point, he stared at you in contemplation.

“Jungkook, the end of the day is going to come if you don’t stop stalling.” His eyebrows furrowed and he let his eyes drift to the side, avoiding looking directly at you.

“I… do you want to… you know, go out?” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped you. His shy side was reemerging.

“Are you attempting to ask me out on a date?” Embarrassment was evident on his face and he switched his attention back to you.

“Attempting? That was harsh. If you think it’s so easy, you try asking me out on a date.”

Smirking at him, you held his gaze with confidence.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Jungkook’s eyes widened at that, and his mouth fell open the tiniest bit, displaying to you how shocked he really was. The faint pink that was spread on his cheeks grew to a darker shade and you couldn’t help but pinch them.

“Awww, Kookie'e shy side is still there. How I missed this.” He slapped your hand away and scratched his cheek.

“Stop that bullshit otherwise I’m not going out with you.”

It was your turn to widen your eyes in shock. You grabbed his large hand in your smaller ones and pouted at him.

“I’m sorry! You know I’m just teasing you.” He shot you a crooked grin and affectionately patted your cheek, mumbling under his breath.


“What was that?” Tilting your head to the side, you stared at him with questioning eyes. He merely stood from his seat, getting ready to return to his desk.

“Nothing important.” Nodding your head slowly, you watched as he shuffled to the other side of the class room. Students began to file into the classroom and you prepared yourself for the day ahead, checking over your homework.

Your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had received a new message.

‘I’ll tell you the details on our way home today.’

Snapping your head in Jungkook’s direction, he gave you a quick nod to which you replied with a thumbs up, anticipation building up inside if you.


When you and Jungkook had parted ways with Areum, he began to vaguely explain what he had in mind for you first date.

“I kind of want to keep it simple. I know you like that kind of stuff too. So how about this Saturday we go to that bowling alley place? You know, the one with the arcade too.”

Mulling it over, you soon nodded your approval.

“Okay, sounds fun. Oh, but don’t try and do the whole 'winning a bear for me’ thing.”

Jungkook simply chuckled, amused at your dislike for cliche couple dates.


Arriving in front of your house, Jungkook offered you a peck on the cheek and bid you a good night. Instead of doing the same, you opted to placing a kiss on his lips. He didn’t seem all to surprised as he smirked in satisfaction before ushering you inside. Waving to him, you entered your house only to be greeted with your mothers delighted grin.

It seemed like your mother would never get over this.


When Saturday arrived, you awoke to a few messages from Jungkook, telling you to be ready for 1pm. It was currently 10am which gave you plenty of time to get ready so you took a long shower to try and tried to calm your nerves. Surprisingly, it worked out better than you expected. Deciding to keep your outfit plain and simple, you pulled on a black denim skirt and tucked in a long sleeved oversized grey T-shirt. After giving your outfit a once over, you headed downstairs. According to your phones time, you had successfully killed an hour and a half. Intent on having breakfast, you grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal whilst greeting your mother.

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you going out?” She observed you for a couple of seconds before returning her attention back to her phone.

“Yep, with Jungkook.” At that, her head snapped back up and her eyes widened, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

“Really? It’s your first date right?” Your mother was expressing more enthusiasm than you were. Watching her with caution, you poured cereal into your bow of milk. At her expectant gaze, you gave a curt nod and she let out a light squeal.

“You really are growing up! My daughter and Jungkook’s first date! Tell him I said hello, will you?” Eating your breakfast in silence, you tuned out your mothers rambling. It was better this way.

When you had finished eating and getting ready, you bid your mother and sister a farewell. You had decided to spend the rest of your time walking to your meeting place, the nearby park. You had arrived early only to find Jungkook already sitting down on a swing, staring at his phone. Taking in his form, you mentally praised his choice of clothing. He was wearing a long plain white t-shirt coupled with an oversized green bomber jacket and black skinny jeans. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his usual Timbaland boots and instead had a pair of black Dr. Martins on.

When he noticed someone approaching him, he glanced up and upon realising said person was you, a smile spread on his lips and he stood. When you reached him, he wrapped his arms around you in a quick embrace and placed a kiss upon your head. Your arms snaked their way around Jungkook as you eagerly returned his embrace. After a couple of seconds, you stepped back from him and his smile broadened.

“Hey, you’re here early.” You let a chuckle escape you and grabbed his hand, walking in the direction of the parks exit.

“I’m early? You looked like you’d been waiting since yesterday night. Didn’t know you were that desperate to see me.”

You felt his fingers flick your forehead and you winced in slight pain before laughing again.

“Me? Desperate? You’re really full of yourself today, flaunting your legs and all.”

Giving his arm a light slap, you glared at him with as much seriousness as you could muster only to have him chuckle at your mock anger.

“You’re really asking to be beaten up right now.”

“I’m kidding, I like it. You look really pretty today. And yes, you do look pretty all the time.”

You could only blink up at him as he had answered your question before it had even left your mouth. Instead of coming up with a smart reply, you stared ahead. You had managed to spend the majority of your walk having pointless banter and soon found yourself standing outside your destination.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you tugged Jungkook inside and looked around the arcade. He let go of your hand to run his own through his hair, deciding on what to do first. Spotting a boxer machine, he tapped your shoulder and motioned in the direction with his head.

“Watch this.” Coming to the conclusion that Jungkook seemed to want to impress you, you followed behind him. He popped a coin into the machine and you watched as the punching bag came down.

“You see that high score? I set that the last time I came here with Yoongi Hyung.” You must have seemed stunned since Jungkook sniggered at your expression.

“Yoongi isn’t as lazy as you think he is, he does leave the house. He’s one of the most hardworking people out of the seven of us. Most of the time he’s composing new music or studying for school.” As if he read your mind, once again he answered your unasked question. The machine let out a sound to alert you that the game had started and you observed how Jungkook prepared himself. He took a few steps back and put both of his hands together. A couple of seconds later, he threw himself forward putting all his power into this hands and you could only gape at the force the bag had been hit with. He stood back, a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he watched his score increase.

“New record!”

He placed both his hands on his hips and whirled his head in your direction, grinning.

“Hyungs call me the golden maknae because I’m good at pretty much everything I do.” Whoever fed his ego really needed to stop. Scoffing, you rolled your sleeves up and inserted another coin into the machine.

“Oh yeah? Let me try.” Once again, the bag was lowered and you mimicked Jungkook’s previous stance. Placing as much power as you could into you arms, you swung down on the bag, shocked at how fast it went back up. You stood in anticipation, watching the glowing numbers grow. When they came to a stop, your jaw dropped and you heard Jungkook let out a strangled noise of surprise.

“New record!”

You didn’t actually expect to surpass his high score. He stepped forward and stood beside you, dumbfounded. Shaking his head, he shoved a hand deep into this jacket pocket, pulling out another coin.

“It must be broken or something.”

“What? You think just because I’m your girlfriend, I can’t have a higher score than you?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with serious eyes.

“That’s exactly it.”

He readied himself and swung once again, setting a new high score. He turned to you, a pleased smile on his face and brushed off his clothes.

“Now we can go to another game.” However, your competitive side emerged and you put another coin in, readying yourself for the next round.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows were furrowed in mild confusion and you proceeded to clench your hands together.

“What does it look like? Passing your high score.”

When your hand came into contact with the bag, it flew straight up and you eyed the score being displayed.

“New record!”

You let a sweet smile spread over your face and patted Jungkook’s head.

“Let’s go now.”

Walking away from the machine, you glanced around the arcade.

“Where should we go next? The dance machine?”

“New record!”

Whipping back around, you watched Jungkook approach you with a smug smile.

“Heck no.”

You struck the bag.

“New record!”

Jungkook slammed his hands into it.

“New record!”

You pummelled with a newfound strength.

“New record!”

He right hooked it.

“New record!”

“Here I go!”

With your last bit of strength, you pounded the bag. You watched with longing eyes, as your score rose until it suddenly stopped.

“Is that all you got? Try again!” Slumping down, you massaged your hands in hopes of soothing the raw skin of your knuckles.

“No… it can’t end like this!” You felt Jungkook lift you up by your arms.

“Come on princess, let’s play something else. You’re dating the golden maknae so you shouldn’t have expected anything less.” Allowing him to drag you away, you glared at the boxer machine.

Soon you found yourself standing in front of a dance machine.  Hopefully you would do better than Jungkook on this. You had to.

You both put a coin in each and stood on your respective sides.

“You can pick the song, Y/N.”

Yes! You would have an advantage over him. You quickly selected 'I Got A Boy’ by SNSD and placed your hands on the bar behind you.

“Ready?” Giving him a quick glance, you immediately snapped your head back when you had realised he had smirked at you.

“What’s with the sm- shit!” You hadn’t realised the song had started and you made a quick recovery. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook’s feet were moving as smoothly as yours were.

He ended up doing better than you had expected. In all six songs you had chosen.

This resulted in him beating you once again.

“You threw me off!” You pointed at him in accusation to which he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“You just couldn’t stop staring at me. Not my fault.”

You sulked as you moved onto the next game. A multiplayer shooter.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook arose as the victor. Again. You lightly smacked him on his shoulder and he chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Sitting down to play a racing game, you had already accepted your fate. You couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself albeit you were frustrated too. You just couldn’t seem to beat him. At anything.

As you had predicted, you lost to Jungkook for what seemed like the hundredth time this afternoon.

“Let’s go bowling!”

Following close behind, you fixed your outfit.

“Sure, whatever.”

Paying for your bowling game, you slipped on the shoes they had provided you with and typed your name into the system, Jungkook doing the same. Grabbing a white and black marble ball, you positioned yourself and aimed for the pins. Pulling your arm back and swinging forward you released the ball, hope building up in the pit of your stomach. When the ball connected with the middle pin, you gaped as it then took down the surrounding pins landing you with a strike.

“A strike! I got a strike!” You threw your arms up and hopped up and down, cheering. Jungkook just shook his head in amusement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I’m still the golden maknae.”

“I’m going to make you eat your words, Jungkook!” The pure determination made him raise an eyebrow before he grabbed his own ball and rolled it onto the lane. He too made a clean strike.

You ignored the smug grin on his face and made your move. Another strike.

The game continued with a couple of strikes and spares which resulted in Jungkook taking the lead. You could still win this. He had already played his last move and stood behind you, arms crossed, a complacent look on his face. He seemed absolutely sure you would mess this last move up.

Rolling the ball with as much precision as you could, you watched in horror as it took a sudden detour and landed right in the gutters of the alley. That’s it. You had fucked up.
Spinning on your heel, you scowled at Jungkook and walked in his direction, picking up your bag.

“Where are you going? You still have one more move.” Snapping your head back to the lane, you realised that you did in fact have one more chance. Dropping your bag, you trudged to the bowling balls and picked up the same one you had been using all night. Throwing the ball forward, you could only observe how it knocked all the pins down, earning you a spare. Eyes widening drastically, you studied the score board only to find you had beaten Jungkook by a couple of points.

“I won! I won!” Sprinting to Jungkook, you threw your arms around his neck and connected your lips with his in an overjoyed kiss which he eagerly returned with just as much emotion. Releasing him moments later, you grinned up at him in pride.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t enjoying yourself. Clearly I was wrong.” Your smile grew and you shook your head.

“I was never not having fun. It’s just my competitive side.” He seemed relieved to hear that and you found yourself feeling guilty for ever making him believe you were not having fun.

“Well, you may have won this time but I’m still the golden maknae.”

“For now.”

“Yeah, for n- wait! What do you mean for now?”

Your answer was a light peck on his cheek which effectively stopped his questions.

“I’m glad we went out, Jungkook.”

He ruffled your hair in response and smiled down at you.

“Don’t worry we’ll have another date soon enough but right now I’m hungry. You’re going to cook for me, right?”

“Am I your slave?”

“No, but you do have to prepare yourself for your future as my wife.”

A crimson blush is what he was rewarded with.

“Shut up.”

Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin goes down the street to the laundromat and there’s only one other person there, Kyungsoo, a handsome guy who lives in the same building. 

The large amount of warm colors in his basket bounces with every step he takes. Under his breath a smooth tune cruises to the R&B music in his headphones. Jongin pulls the glass door open to the laundromat and walks inside, still humming to the song by Nivea.

He all but slams the overcrowded basket onto a pearly counter and shimmies his way to the nearest washing machine. Placing the clothes inside, he dances only a little, feet swerving and curving over the ground before he spins and lands in the direction that was once his peripheral view.

Only then does he realize that he’s not alone as the man stares at him while Jongin is holding a pile of dirty underwear in his palm. Quickly, he throws the remaining clothes into the machine and starts it. He wonders if the crackle of the washer could overshadow the blasting thump of his heart.

It’s embarrassing, oh so embarrassing. Because not only is the man Do Kyungsoo, but he’s also the guy Jongin has been crushing on for a year now.

They live in the same apartment building only one story apart. Jongin knows this since he’s friends with Chanyeol, a mutual between the two. Yet, Jongin has not talked to Kyungsoo himself. The self inflicting thoughts about confidence and his perpetual shyness prevent him from doing so.

Instead, he watches Kyungsoo from afar. He catches sight of Kyungsoo casually while leaving for his class at his university. The man is usually clad in a designer suit of some kind; a glaring reminder that he is way out of Jongin’s league, who is simply studying to be a veterinarian.

Yet today, Kyungsoo has a freshness to him with his light gray sweatpants and white t-shirt. If Jongin didn’t know any better, he would assume they were closer in age, but he knows Kyungsoo is way older.

A soft chuckle pulls him from his reverie. He briefly wonders how his headphones got around his neck; how he hasn’t put them on at least to act as though he’s listening to something to escape the ungodly situation. But here he is, listening to the laughter of heaven which is every bit as deep as he imagined.

He turns his head and meets round eyes of curiosity. Clearing his throat, Jongin says, “I like Gain,” he shrugs and tries to maintain composure, but the eruption of laughter from Kyungsoo pulls a smile onto his trembling lips.

“I’m more of a Tide person,” Kyungsoo replies, “What’s your name kid? I’ve seen you around.”

Jongin gulps. The prospects of Kyungsoo having seen him before is oddly pleasing, “Jongin…”

“Jongin?” Kyungsoo’s eyes move up to the ceiling in thought, “Wait. Are you the same Jongin that Chanyeol tells me about?” The younger nods and Kyungsoo smiles, “So you’re the Jongin who has two dogs, attends Seoul Academy and has a crush on me. You’re cute.” Kyungsoo finishes with a dip of his eyes over Jongin’s frame.

The younger stands stiff, eyes widening in shock. Jongin isn’t sure what shocks him the most. The fact that Kyungsoo knows he owns two dogs, has a crush on him, or that he’s just been called cute. But he is sure of one thing; he is glad that Monggu made him spill milk on his shirt because he decided to do laundry day one day earlier.

Secrets Kill 8

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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so tell me what we choose

HELLO AND *jake in a dumb top hat voice* WELCOME TO THE BIG SHOW– okay yeah there is no big show there’s just… Pain. this is basically the dianetti post-finale fic but is also more Importantly,,,,, part 3 of Pain even though i’m seriously considering naming this Fools bc all the titles have been… what’s that word? whatever they r from the same verse in the song and DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I CAN’T WORDS RN and also Gina and Rosa?? they r being Fools™ just KISS ALREADY okay um. yeah my fault they r being this way also do they kiss in this?? who knows??? guess u gotta read to find out ;) okay this is getting ridiculously long- i just wanted to give you a heads up that this is 6.4k words long,,,, Part Three isn’t the last…. (sorry) and like for reference part one is only 3.4k and part two is only 2.7k (u don’t Have to read but its… highly recommended) so basically this installment is more than those two combined holy cr*p 

A sharp, burgeoning pain rips through Rosa’s skull harsh and throbbing as she comes to, in what feels like a damp and dingy void. She gags at the rotten stench that every crevice of the place seems to emit, but whether she’s six feet deep into the ground or on top of the Empire State Building is unknown to her, as she can’t see a thing. She hasn’t been blindfolded, so it must either be impossibly dark or- maybe Rosa’s blind.

She yearns to rub the exhaustion out of her weary eyes but Rosa’s hands are both tightly bound behind her back, as are her waist and feet which are tied to the chair she slouches on firmly. Typical. She’s been kidnapped, ugh. Rosa makes a feeble attempt to struggle against her restraints but quickly gives up because knowing the people she’s angered, there’s no way they’d leave her in an unguarded place giving her perfect opportunities to escape, let alone tie her up loosely.

A blinding light flashes on and Rosa grunts as her eyes shut in protest from the glare. Whatever reason she’s here, she hopes everything ends quickly. She needs a nap and sleeping in a chair for god knows how long left a crick in her neck.

When the room finally shifts into view as the fluorescent lights strangely fade into a soft amber glow, she gets the shock of her life because she’s not alone.

Okay, it isn’t the not-being-alone part that gets her heart pounding, it’s who she’s with.

Tied up just like her, sat in chairs just like hers across the room are two people.

On the right is her fiancé, Adrian Pimento.

And on the left… Rosa sees Gina. Oh god, what the hell was Gina doing here? Rosa feels her heart rate quicken, her breaths losing their individuality as her vision blurs, and she starts fighting blindly against her restraints- not giving up this time round. If she could just get to Gina, set her free, save Gina…

“Hello, Diaz.”

Rosa freezes at the sound of a sickeningly familiar voice, belonging to her new most hated person. Hawkins looms into the room, every step she takes mocking Rosa’s sorry state, Rosa’s seething state, Rosa’s will-kill-Hawkins-by-ripping-her-to-shreds-when-she-gets-out state.

“Fuck you,” Rosa spits, staring daggers into Hawkins as she keeps trying to break free, working herself into a frenzy. She knows how pathetic she looks, but with enough force and stubborn determination, those restraints will come loose eventually, and Rosa will make Hawkins regret ever stepping foot into this room at all.

“No foreplay first?” Hawkins taunts. “Okay, I’ll cut to the chase, Diaz-”

“Whatever the hell it is,” Rosa interrupts- an act that seems to annoy Hawkins and is therefore, a win. “You don’t have to keep them here, just let them go.”

Hawkins simpers, looking incredulously at Rosa. “Are you kidding me? What’s to stop you from escaping and fighting your way out if I let them go? They’re the only reason you’re still here.”

Rosa exhales desperately. “Please, I won’t try to escape- just let them go.”

Hawkins paces formidably towards Gina and Pimento, causing Rosa to make the heinous error of glancing at Gina, whose face is a sheet of porcelain white, unadulterated fear in her bloodshot eyes as she appeals to Rosa to save her please, she’s so scared and she just wants to go- it agonizes Rosa to no end knowing she’s the reason Gina’s here.

“Let’s play a fun game, shall we?” Hawkins suggests chillingly, making it obvious that this will neither be fun nor a game.

“Out with it,” Rosa challenges, her defiance conversely followed by a nervous gulp. She refuses to look weak, but knows that Hawkins has all the power here to make her very, very weak indeed.

“Choose. Choose who you want to live.”

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No Home Prologue Pt 3

Right then, Part 3 is out way earlier than expected! 

Finally we start getting into the good stuff. This got so long that I had to split this in two parts so one more Part to go for this Prologue!

Read these first:



Credit goes to @kibbles-bits for making New Home and all its wonderful characters! I hope you enjoy!

I also take feedback and suggestions.

Steven opened his eyes and looked up. The noise had stopped.

Steven lowered his hands from his ears and slowly stood up again. A new sound broke the silence as the wall directly in front of Steven hummed and circuits of light illuminated the outline of a door that finally parted with a hiss. Steven didn’t remember if this had been the first wall he had looked at or not, but that didn’t register now as his eyes and mind were fixed solely on the new entranceway in suspense.

A silhouette entered the brightly lit entryway and a very long shadow fell over Steven.

The cold chill was back.

…White Diamond.

She was tall, taller than any Gem he had seen before, tall enough to be a Fusion. But Steven could only see one clear diamond-shaped gemstone glinting from its perch on her brow. On her head she had a spiky shock of stormy grey hair that stood firmly upright, adding several more imposing feet of height to the single tallest Gem he had ever met.

No guards stood beside her side as she entered. The Diamond began walking towards him with long, clacking footsteps completely devoid of fear or hesitation, each one crossing more distance than a human being could possibly be capable of. In only a few steps, Steven had to start craning his head to look up the figure who was now completely looming over him.

Back in Blue Diamond’s ship, Steven had never gotten a good look that the nightmarish Gem that had been chasing him.

But now Steven’s eyes locked on to her face and he felt his blood turn cold.

An impossibly, horrifically wide smile was stretched across her face. Teeth like steak-knives were arrayed in vicious order in a permanent fixture resembling a shark. That smile never reached the set of chilling violet eyes that stared down at him. Long, voluminous eyelashes protruded from them like sets of wings on her face.

Their eyes met and her grin actually widened.

“Hello, Rose. Long time no see…” White Diamond spoke.

Uh oh.

As if a switch had been flipped, the Diamond’s body language had suddenly become predatory! She stalked forward at him, as if ready to pounce. Steven quickly surrounded himself with a bubble shield and threw his arms out to brace it as hard as he could for whatever happens next.

White Diamond, however, seemed completely unperturbed by this. With an amused smirk on her lips, she lifted one leg up and stepped on the bubble before beginning to press down on it. Despite Steven’s best efforts in desperately trying to hold it back with all of his strength, his bubble slowly began to give way under the pressure. White Diamond meanwhile, showed almost no sign of exerting effort. The bubble creaked and groaned in protest before finally it reached its breaking point and burst. The shock of it sent Steven falling over on his back and White Diamond’s black boot connects with the ground beside him, slamming mere inches from Steven’s head, and smashing the tiles beneath it.

Steven eventually peeks his eyes out from behind his arms and turned his head only to see the impact crater left behind by the Diamond’s foot, as well as said foot still embedded in the floor mere inches from his face. For a just a second, from this close distance Steven couldn’t help but make out the lightning bolt shape that was adorned on the heel.

His momentary sense of relief ended when she grabs him roughly by the shirt and lifts him up. She stood back up at her full height, holding Steven high above the ground and watching him struggle with delight. Legs kicking uselessly in empty air, Steven could feel static electricity emanating from the Diamond, her close proximity making his skin prickle and hair stand on end. For a brief moment, Steven noticed the strange metallic braces that were attached to her wrists. They looked almost like shackles.

White Diamond brought him close to her face and inspected him with her eyes. “I like the new look, Rose.” She said as Steven gripped her arm trying to free himself. “Nice and squishy. Just the way I like it.” Her voice was icy and full of false cheeriness that thinly veiled pure malicious intent. If that wasn’t enough, she ran a sharp fingernail down and across his face, as if deciding where to cut first. “Soft, squishy…” She drew her finger down across him until it came to rest on top of his gem, which she gave a menacing tap.

“…and fragile!”

The entire time she had never once stopped grinning.  

“STOP! Please listen to me, I’m not Rose Quartz!” Steven protested but White Diamond didn’t stop tapping at his gem. “I have her gem but I’m human!” Still tapping. She still didn’t look at him and just kept staring at the pink gemstone embedded in his stomach. “Just scan me or whatever and you’ll see for yourself!” But White Diamond didn’t seem to hear him at all.

"Oh, don’t worry Rose, I’m not going to kill you.” She said suddenly, as if she had been speaking to someone other than Steven the entire time. Hearing that, Steven stopped struggling for a moment in surprise.

Oh good!” Steven thought. Some good news finally.


Okay, less good.


Steven promptly resumed struggling. He was kicking and flailing with all his might and desperate strength, but just like the first time on Blue Diamond’s ship, Steven could not escape her grip on him. White Diamond turned and casually begins making her way towards the bright entryway with Steven still in her grasp.

If White Diamond had even noticed Steven’s struggling, she did not show it. Instead as she walked she said “Oh and that reminds me, you’re new organic form won’t be a problem.”

What’s that supposed to mean?” Steven wondered nervously with mounting dread.

“I know what you’ll need to live.” Just before they step through the door and into the bright light, she stops and looks down at him, glaring, still grinning and teeth flashing.

“…And what you can survive.”

Prologue to be concluded in Part 4!

@directorhachi, @darkkingerava, @drdoctordoctor

Thirty Degrees

Rated - fluff, slight fluffy angst

Member - Jun, Seventeen

Word Count - 522

It was a typical lazy weekend afternoon at your apartment along with your dear boyfriend Junhui.

“Y/n, move over! It’s too hot for you to stick on me like a koala!”

Oh did I say ‘your dear boyfriend’? I meant to say ‘that annoying grumpy prick’.

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Ch. 5 Two-Faced (G/t JSE fanfic)

prompt: alter-ego

“No!” Sean yelled, pounding at the glass, watching helplessly as Jack and Mark discussed his fate. “Don’t leave me, I’m up here!” It was no use. They could not hear the tiny borrower’s voice through the glass jar up on the top shelf, and Sean stared on in horror as Jack pressed the button, taking Sean’s one chance of escape with him. Sean groaned as Dr. Iplier entered the room a second later.

“Glad to see me, I see.” Dr. Iplier joked in reference to Sean’s groan. He took the jar down from the shelf, plucking Sean up by the back of his shirt. Sean tried to struggle, twisting this way and that. The doctor simply ignored his attempts at escape, dropping him into what seemed to be a large metal box. There was nowhere to run.

“Now, please do your best to behave.” Dr. Iplier instructed. He held up an eyedropper full of green liquid, the same as from the septic tank with the giant eyeball. “Just a few drops of this should-” Dr. Iplier’s hand slipped as a warning siren began to go off, red lights flashing up above. The screeching was deafening, causing Sean to cover his ears as a large amount of the liquid poured on him.

“Containment Breach in sector 7.” A robotic voice over the intercom spoke as Sean began to feel all tingly. Dr. Iplier cursed.

“Wait here.” Dr. Iplier rushed back out of the room. What was in sector 7 that made the doctor so nervous? Sean really didn’t give a rat’s arse, so long as it provided him with a chance to escape. Sean looked around, noticing that the wall of the metal box was just within his reach. Jumping up, Sean grabbed the edge and pulled himself over, dropping carefully to the ground.

“Now what?” Sean asked, standing up and looking around. Without Jack or Dr. Iplier’s bracelets, Sean was going to stay a long way from home. He could wait around hoping for Jack to return, but Sean wasn’t exactly eager to ask a human for help- even if said human had been a borrower for about five minutes.

The flashing lights and emergency sirens weren’t helping Sean concentrate, either. He glared up at the ceiling before beginning to sneak along the wall next to many technical looking gadgets.

…hang on, wasn’t that metal box taller than him a second ago?

Sean looked back at the box where he was once contained, surprised that he had to look down at it. Now the box was waist-high. Looking around the room, everything seemed to look a little smaller.

“What the fock?” Sean breathed out, stumbling into a shelf of inventions and knocking them to the ground in his new clumsy state. “Ah, shite.” Sean began to try and gather up the gadgets, worried that someone heard the clattering, but hopefully the sirens drowned out the sounds of his bumbling. Tripping over his growing feet, Sean fell face forward into a hexagonal doorway-looking thing, nose pressing harshly into a red glowing button.

“Ow.” Sean rubbed at his nose, watching the walls of the thing surrounding him glow.

“Beginning Melding process in five…” A new voice sounded out, a glass panel trapping Sean in. His head began to press against the ceiling as he continued to grow in this cramped space.

“Wha…?” Sean tried to process what was happening.

“Four…three…” Sean began to pound on the glass, trying to break out. Spiderweb cracks began to develop, spreading out across the panel.

“Two…one.” A blinding light shot out from every angle, and Sean screamed as his skin began to burn. He tried to drop the gadgets in his hands in favor of covering his injuries, but the metal seemed fused to his skin. It began to dissolve, spreading out to meld with Sean’s very being. At least the growing seemed to have stalled.

Sean’s screams began to sound more computerized, more corrupted. He felt the wiring in his limbs and the computer chips in his brain. He felt different. He felt powerful.

He smashed through the glass, sparks spraying behind him. The emergency sirens had stopped, and now the place was lit with only the dim glow of the red lights. He stepped out into the open, now the full height of a human. He heard footsteps pounding in the hall.

Dr. Iplier dashed into the room, only to freeze at the sight of him.

“S-sean?” For once, the doctor sounded nervous. The old borrower grinned.

“I’m not Sean anymore.” He said, and it was true. The melding had changed his very DNA. “You can call me…Anti.” The doctor looked around the dimly lit room, processing everything.

“You used the melder?” Dr. Iplier pointed to the shattered remains of the machine. “What…exactly…did you meld with?”

“Dunno, just a few of your neato trinkets.” Anti felt a strange twitch in his muscles, like an electric shock. It was invigorating.

“Which ones?” Dr. Iplier sounded desperate. “Sean, you gotta understand, that technology is new. Any device you fused with will begin to operate under your control.”

“I said, I’m not SEAN!” Anti shouted, suddenly suppressed with a painful tugging feeling in his right arm. A moment later, his hand was holding a knife that seemed to be an extension of his being.

“That would be the transfuser.” Dr. Iplier groaned, looking at the knife in Anti’s hand. “Please, Anti, let me try and separate your DNA.”

“What, and give up powers like this?” Anti laughed, pointing at a wrench on the table. A bright light emitted from his fingers, and the wrench shrunk. “Become your perfect little lab rat again?” Anti admired the tiny wrench for a moment, then spit on it and watched as it melted into a black goop. Anti clapped his hands in childlike glee.

“I’ll return you to your home world.” Dr. Iplier offered. “I’ll take out the growth serum too, and you can live out your borrower life free of my influence-”

“You don’t get it!” Anti roared, taking a step towards the doctor. “I don’t want to go back! Being a borrower was a terrible fate. I was a piece of scum struggling to survive off another man’s trash. But now-” Anti let out a crazed-sounding laugh. “-now, I’m more powerful than any of you. You can’t stop me.”

“Anti, listen.” Dr. Iplier took nervous steps back as Anti advanced. “You can’t go on as a melded mess of artificial intelligence and an altered carbon-based lifeform. Soon the coding will corrupt your mind, leaving you nothing more than a shell of your human self.”

“I’m done hearing your scientific jargon.” Anti cut him off, taking the blade in his hand and chopping off Dr. Iplier’s hand. The man screamed, but his screams only made Anti’s circuits surge in pleasure. With reckless abandon he tore into the man, watching the blood pool across the floor as the life slowly faded from the doctor’s eyes.

Picking up the severed hand, Anti slid the dimension bracelet into his open palm. He crushed the device in his hand, feeling the energy merge with his own being. Opening his hand nothing was left, but Anti could feel the bracelet within him. Anti grinned maliciously, looking down at the dead body in front of him.

“You’re next, Mark.” Anti said, focusing his thoughts on traveling between dimensions. There was a flash of bright light, and Anti was gone.

Something Sweet

Chapter 1

Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: swearing, food 

Prompt: Bakery AU

It was one of those days that you read about. The sky was bright and blue with the sun hanging obediently overhead, and not a cloud dared to pass in front of it. A stiff breeze blew through the city, but not so heavy to be a nuisance. Just light enough to blow your hair around and make the street signs flap, advertising all the local businesses to the wind.

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How you first met


Originally posted by in-this-moment-i-surrender

Originally posted by emmawathson

Scott had just completely broken down. It was right after Allison’s death and he just didn’t think that he could take it anymore. The deaths, supernatural… anything really.He just sat down on a random sidewalk and started sobbing. 

“Are you alright?” a soft voice asked him. 

He looked up at you, he had seen you around school a few times before but had never talked to you. Scott cleared his throat in order to tell you that he was fine but he couldn’t; instead a sob escaped him. 

You immediately sat down next to him and wrapped your arms around him. Scott had soaked your shirt but you didn’t care. After what felt like an hour to him, his eyes were finally dry and he pulled away from you, trying not to cringe when he saw the obvious wetness in your shirt from where he had been a moment ago.

“Your name’s Scott right?” you asked after it was silent for a few moments. 

Scott only nodded, not trusting his voice. “You don’t have to tell me what it was about if you don’t want to. Just know I’m here for you if you want to talk at all,” you promised and sent Scott a small smile. 

For the first time since Allison’s death, Scott actually felt as if he could actually make it through. 


Originally posted by coloursong

Originally posted by halerogerrs

You had no idea what was going on with you. Whenever you got emotional lately…things just went wrong. It confused you but you were able to brush it off as a coincidence until you got into a fight with your best friend. 

You were on edge and you didn’t even remember what the argument was about or how it started but suddenly she was screaming because the wind had broken through the windows in her room, along with large amounts of water going through. 

“Y/N! Get down!” she yelled as she grabbed your arm and pulled you down under her bed with her. You knew this was because of you and instead of doing what she told you to do you ran out of her house. 

Now you were sitting in a curled up ball, sobbing to yourself in the middle of the woods, wind and rain howling around you. You don’t know how much time passed but suddenly you felt two arms wrap around you and somebody yell over the wind. “Try to calm down!” they warned.

You tried to glare at them but sobs kept escaping you,”How am I supposed to stay calm? I’m scared! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” you screamed at the person but you tried your best to calm down. 

“You can control this. Just imagine how you would want it to be,” he explained to you while sending a look full of pity. You didn’t know if you could trust him or not but it was the closest thing you had to a way on what to do. You imagined your favorite type of weather, light rain. 

Around 10 minutes later you felt rain on you, it wasn’t the rain that you wanted but it was better than the hurricane that was around you a moment ago.

“I’m Derek. Derek Hale,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N L/N,” you mumbled staring at the sky to see if it was real.

“I’ll explain everything to you. I promise,” Derek told you as he held onto your arm to help you stand up. 

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The Sea Tide Whisperer

Another Samurai TsuStar fic. I WAS HAVING FUUGEN FEELS and then  this happened? Looks like Frost will have to wait xD xwynn did it. All her fault. Anywho, took a stab at a thing.


When they finally decided to part ways, it was a bitter journey’s end after a successful recovery on both ends; physically and mentally. They split at the crossroads after the deed had been fulfilled. She found her brother; her only family had to be shamefully and gruesomely put down like a mad animal by her own hands. She couldn’t have done it alone, but he thought otherwise once he witnessed her true might. The young woman wished she could have done something to make him stay with her, continue their journey together, but the hands of time always have plans of their own and do not turn backwards for any one person. So she did what any lovesick female would have; she moved on and lived with the lighthearted promise he left to her in his farewell.

Many years had passed since then.

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Mikannie Week - Day 3 - Living Together


Mikasa arched her back a shuddering gasp breaking past her lips as warm lips covered the stiffened tip of one of her breasts, the other palmed gently and she combed her fingers through loosened blonde locks, holding her lover there.  Gentle nips and clever flicks of that playful tongue gave way to a hard slow suction that left the brunette panting loudly.

“Fuck Annie.”

She felt her girlfriend’s lips curve into what she was sure was a smirk and groaned when the blonde shifted to give the other side that same attention.  Mikasa arched her hips against the small body pinning her down and groaned in frustration when Annie bowed her body away, denying the taller girl the friction she so desperately needed.  Mikasa growled and glared down as a light chuckle escaped the lips she’d left plump and bruised from her earlier kiss.

“Tsk tsk patience Mika.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes but sighed into the lazy kiss being pressed against her lips, letting her tongue curl languidly with Annie’s for a moment before biting down on the blonde’s lower lip.

“You bitch!”

Miksasa chuckled and flipped Annie over onto her back, straddling the small boxer, trapping Annie beneath her.  She furthered her display of dominance by kissing the other girl breathless as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the form fitting boy shorts Annie insisted upon wearing.  She swallowed the low groan the blonde made as she dragged them down.  She only made it mid thigh before Annie pushed up, unsettling her balance and Mikasa found herself beneath the boxer again as a growl rumbled against her neck, “No, you first.”

The brunette opened her mouth to argue but her words stuck in her throat at the feel of strong fingers stroking at her center through the cotton separating them.  Mikasa gasped as those fingers roughly swiped across her clit and felt her face flush when Annie moaned hotly against her collarbone, “Fuck you’re wet Mika… you’re soaked through.”

Mikasa shook her head and ground back against Annie’s touch, panting softly, “Take them off.”

Annie nodded, dragging the ruined fabric off long toned legs and tossing them aside, licking her way back up slowly, nuzzling at the soft skin of Mikasa’s inner thigh before fixing her blue eyes on Mikasa’s grey and dragging her tongue up through that wet heat.  She smirked as the other girl arched with a ragged gasp and licked again feasting on the noises she was dragging from Mikasa.

Annie loved starting her days like this.  It was one of the many reasons she’d given up her solitude and personal space;  trading it for a domesticity that was slowly starting to grow on her – especially mornings like this one.

“I’m…. close….”

That breathy tone, those sharp gasps, loud whimpers and escalating moans.  Every note spurned the blonde on.  She had not known how vocal Mikasa could be before they had moved in together and she was unashamed to say she loved it, loved her because somehow this stubborn quiet girl had wormed her way in past Annie’s defenses refusing to take no for an answer, refusing to be pushed away.  It had been that steady resolve that had finally worn her down and caused the petite blonde to acquiesce to a single date; a single date that had begrudgingly grown to another and then another and then…

A sharp tug at her hair yanked Annie back to the present and ice blue eyes slowly traveled up the muscled landscape of Mikasa’s sculpted abs to those perfect breasts heaving with each panted breath.  She could feel the other girl’s body tensing, the tremble in the smooth thighs pressing against the sides of her head.  She could stay like this for hours slowly drinking everything Mikasa offered but her own desire was reaching a fevered pitch and Annie quickly closed her lips, giving her brunette the hard suction that would send her over the edge.

She moaned her approval as her name echoed around the, otherwise, quiet room and moved her tongue in slow strokes against that bundle of nerves until it was over.  Annie lifted herself and moved quickly up her lover’s body to straddle a, still twitching, thigh and rocked hard against it as she pulled Mikasa into a rough kiss.

“I love you,” she murmured as Mikasa pulled away and gasped as slim fingers slipped into her.  She was so wound up already that it only took a few thrusts before she too reached her peak, falling against the other girl’s shoulder as her hips rocked jerkingly.  Annie laughed softly, partially embarrassed by how loud she’d bean as she lifted her head and found Mikasa looking at her curiously.  

“I was just thinking this is one of my favorite things about living together.”

Mikasa frowned slightly an eyebrow lifting, “The sex?”

Annie scoffed and shook her head before pushing her forehead against the other girl’s.

“Well that too but no, I was thinking that it’s nice not to have to hold back without worrying that one of our best friends can hear us.”

She paused and saw the faint blush that painted Mikasa’s cheeks and brushed her lips across it gently before continuing.

“I really like how loud you get.  It’s very flattering.”

Mikasa scoffed and pulled her head up, fixing her girlfriend with a mock glare.

“Like you need a bigger ego Annie.”

Annie chuckled and shrugged as she settled into Mikasa’s relaxed embrace.  Yes.  Living together had definitely been the right move to make.

REST || mgc

Originally posted by calumxhoood

811 || “His first proclamation of love was unconventionally timed and yes, maybe there was a small part of him that wished on all of the shooting stars that you heard him.”

warnings: none, really, just pure cotton candy fluff

a/n: inspired by michael’s tweet :((( my poor bby boy. special thanks to @assholemalums for beta’ing it <3

It wasn’t your fault that you were tired. Michael hadn’t been able to sleep last night until you coaxed his head onto your lap, carefully running your fingers through his dyed hair. Your ministrations had carried on through the hours before dawn, and only when the clouds were tinged a peach pink was he able to slumber peacefully.

Now here he was, occasionally swaying in the back of the tour bus, on the way to somewhere new with your head in his lap. The clock glared at him with bright numbers stating 11:49 PM. Not that late by his standards, but considering the amount of sleep he got (which was more like a nap by definition) and the exhilarating show they played, he should be knocked out. In the same way you had done for him in his sleepless sessions, he was carefully sifting through your strands, untangling whatever stopped his path. Little snores escaped from your mouth, and the rush of affection he felt for you was overwhelming. The bus bumped along, lights blurring past the window. Shadows casted themselves over the two of you, and words drifted into his mind.

Hmm… Could be new song lyrics, Michael mused, continuing his actions. The air conditioning hummed, providing the white noise to keep his thoughts in check. He was so busy staring at you that he didn’t realize the time passing by until a soft tap on the sliding door sounded. It hissed open, revealing a concerned blue eyed blond.

“You should be sleeping, not watching her sleep,” Luke whispered, smiling through a yawn. He leaned on the wall, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Can’t sleep,” Michael’s voice sounded incredibly dull to his ears, and Luke’s sigh made him feel a tinge of gloom. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

“You can take the sleeping pills, you know. Doc said that-”

“They don’t work as well anymore. I had to stop them,” Michael cut in before he could finish. Luke stared before nodding solemnly. He turned away and walked down the hall, and Michael looked back down at you. So beautiful. Rustling could be heard, and Luke returned with the blanket from Michael’s bunk.

“Here, take this at least,” he murmured, handing it to him. Michael mumbled his thanks, hoping that the sincerity could be heard. Luke’s small smile reassured him, and he walked out the door, pressing the button. It closed behind him.

1:40 AM.

He watched the text blink. His fingers twitched, one hand mechanically going through your hair, the other still gripping the cloth. His eyes were closing to be glued shut. Sleep teased him, but it never came close enough.

1:41 AM.

He hadn’t moved from his position since hours ago. It wasn’t uncomfortable, no, but he couldn’t feel his legs. It didn’t matter. Michael didn’t want to risk the chance of waking you.

1:42 AM.

You were shifting around anyway, but he couldn’t tell if you were truly asleep. His heart swelled with fondness and his eyes teared up in exhaustion and his tongue rubbed over his cracked lips. The words were ready to burst from his lungs.

1:43 AM.

“It’s 1:43 AM and I wanted to say I love you,” his voice cracked, but he soldiered on. “It’s so damn cheesy because of the time but I know, right here and right now, that I really do. I love you for sacrificing your sleep just so there was a chance that I could. I love you for always giving me the fries from your meal. I love you for keeping me standing when all I wanted to do was collapse. I love you for sitting through all of my random guitar sessions. I love you for always caring for me. Fuck, I love you so much.”

1:44 AM.

You stirred, and he held his breath. His first proclamation of love was unconventionally timed and yes, maybe there was a small part of him that wished on all of the shooting stars that you heard him.

Sometimes, the shooting stars are kind.

“Michael Gordon Clifford, I love you, too,” you murmured into the still air, clutching his leg softly. “But maybe next time, wake me up so that I could hear all of that properly.” His laugh is shaky, but you felt the release of all the tension in his bones. Eyes fluttering open, you searched for his green ones in the dark. They glistened back. You sat up from your position and smiled at him sleepily but genuinely. Your hand reached out to caress his scruffy jaw, and Michael leaned into your touch. Tugging at his sleeve, you dragged him over to the wider side of the sofa. You were first to plop down and lie on your back, Michael following after draping the blanket over your bodies. He turned and scooped you up into his arms, becoming the big spoon without question.

1:45 AM.

No other words were exchanged. With you by his side, Michael finally got the rest he needed.

The streetlights illuminated his dreams.

masterlist || just a lil thing i felt like writing :-) honestly worried for michael tho… i just hope he gets enough rest.

Beauty and The Beast : Chapter 5

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for irregular updating, I’m going to make a separate post explaining some things. <3

Gif Credit: @nocturnal—mistress  

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Word Count: 1,851

Bucky handed the can back to you, the contents sloshing around a bit still, “Here, now don’t let me catch you trying to leave again.” You nodded your head, he continued standing and staring at you. Quickly understanding what he wanted you nodded your head once more and made your way back up to your room.

As you settled into your room, your head was racing with thoughts; thoughts of your father, the animals back home, the situation you were in, and most importantly about James Barnes. You should be beyond terrified, you should be quivering in fear of what he could be doing to you. Yet all you could think of was how he opened that damn can for you.

No matter what you thought, you were stuck here against your will. It didn’t matter who he was back then, being kept there was wrong and you weren’t just about to let up your guard.

Hopefully in the morning, the universe will show you a brighter day.

The filter between the sunlight and your eyes were slim to none. Groggily you sat up from your bed, your senses heightened when realizing you weren’t in your home. Though that sense of panic washed away when remembering the situation at hand.

A sigh left you as you hobbled your way off the bed and towards the door. You were somewhat surprised to find the door wasn’t locked. You would have thought that while in your state of unconsciousness, Bucky would have locked you away inside the room. Guessing there wasn’t a problem with you leaving the hideaway, you peaked your head out just in case for the presence of him.

When realizing that he wasn’t going to jump out at you, you left the room and made your way downstairs. You had no idea what you were going to do, you were just a prisoner of some hopefully ex-assassin. It wasn’t as if he would allow you to just walk around freely; there must have been something you could do in your time of imprisonment with that man.

You had no idea though as to where he would be, hopefully you weren’t about get a surprise from him, you made your steps down the stairs louder in case of him being nearby. As you neared the last step you saw his head peak out from book filled room. His glare burning holes into your skin, you smiled sheepishly as you cautiously made your way to him.

“Good morning,” you waved your hand to him, he only watched your actions closely, “have you eaten yet?”

He just continued to watch you closely as you nervously scratched the back of your neck.

I should be avoiding you like the plague, at least acknowledge me.’

A sharp laugh and a quick exit towards the kitchen caused Bucky to stare at your retreating body.

‘That could have gone better, great job, me.’

You pushed the kitchen door open, the morning’s sunlight brightened the dingy white wood significantly. A small whistle of appreciation left your lips as you studied the entire room. Clearly you weren’t able to appreciate all of it’s beautiful history as you were too busy looking for your father and being terrorized by the metal arm of James Barnes.

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Xiumin smut!

Xiumin X you

WARNING!: sexual content ahead, read at your own risk. You have been warned.

Now xiumin was normally well-behaved in social gatherings but tonight seemed to be different. You two were on a double date with a friend of yours and her boyfriend at the movie theatre and everything was going very well until your boyfriend decided he was bored. He started off by slowly moving his hand up and down your thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to your womanhood every time. You grabbed his hand and told him to stop. “Stop that and watch the movie” you whispered, barely able to see him in the dark of the theatre. He behaved for a few seconds before getting right back to it. You couldn’t believe he was acting this way. You pushed his hand away again but you couldn’t keep a smile off your face. Seeing it was enough to convince him not to give up. Not bothering to waste time on the boring stuff this time, he reached into your lap and unbuttoned your pants quickly and effortlessly. You glared at him in the dark, glad no one could see what was going on due to the lack of light and tried to push his hand away again. You were just about to re-button your pants up when Xiumin’s hand slipped past yours and into your pants. His fingers immediately started working on your clit, stopping your complaints mid-whisper. Oh the things this boy could do with his hands. It wasn’t long before you could no longer get angry at him for this, it felt way too wonderful. Soon moans were threatening to escape your lips and expose you. Your regretfully pulled his hand out of your pants while he smirked at you and leaned towards your friend who had noticed nothing. “I’ll just go get popcorn and snacks” you whispered to her, “Xiumin would you come help me?” He nodded, still smirking and followed you out of the dark room. As soon as you were out, you grabbed his hand and guided him to the girls bathroom which you entered first to make sure no one was there. Once the coast was cleared, you pulled him into the bathroom and locked the main door behind you. In a heartbeat he had you pinned against the wall, his hard body pressed against yours as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You were in the middle of a full makeout session by the time he pulled away. He placed a hand on your head and gently pushed down, causing you to get on your knees. He quickly started undoing his pants before you pushed his hands away and got to it yourself. You pulled his pants down to his ankles and marvelled at the large bump threatening to pop out of his underwear any second. You pulled those down as well and licked his cock from bottom to tip before inserting it into your mouth. You had no time to waste so you got right to it. Moving your head quickly and expertly while swirling your tongue along his cock was enough to make him go wild in seconds. His fingers tangled into your hair as he struggled to keep quiet. He pulled himself out of your mouth and you got up quickly. lust and the urgency was all you could see as you looked into his eyes. You unbuttoned your shorts quickly and pushed them off, doing the same with your underwear soon after. He grabbed your waist, using his strong arms to lift you up and push you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed himself inside you without waiting. The force of it was enough to make you moan loudly, which he quickly stopped with a kiss. He started thrusting inside you slowly but took up his pace quickly. Soon you were panting and moaning as he kissed and sucked your neck, biting slightly at your shoulders, marking you as his. It didn’t take long before you both reached your peak and his thrusts became sloppier and you came together, sharing this moment of pure bliss. He looked into your eyes lovingly while you removed your legs from around his waist and stood up. You both put your clothes on hastily and walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. You passed the lineup of girls waiting for the bathroom and stopped for popcorn and snacks, well aware of everyone’s judging stares. You were both much to happy at the moment to worry about such an insignificant thing.


btw Xiumin is totally my ultimate bias so thank you for the request ;P

Brownies - A Solangelo Drabble


I sighed, looking at an old picture of Percy’s contact photo on my phone. It was of him and I, and my crush on him was so obvious, you could practically see my pining. It was strange how much I’ve changed since three years ago. I can’t believe I actually idolized that idiot. Even so, I smiled. Some feelings never die, I suppose.

But I have better things to think about than former crushes. Such as college, and the soul sucking weight of homework I was procrastinating. How Annabeth was going to kill me if I kept arriving at my shift late as usual. How I kept putting off hanging out with Jason, and checking up on my sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank. How I should be writing a paper, and was instead just sitting in my room with a blank Word document open.

Like my roommate William Solace.

God, he had the audacity to look like a surfer straight from a Californian magazine. Blond hair that held the color of sunshine, eyes that held the color of light through water, and enough freckles I could play connect-the-dots with them.

Lord, save my ultra-gay self.

Exiting out of the blank tab, I spinned around in my desk chair and walked the few steps over to my bed, just to flop down face-first. A groan escapes my mouth. Rolling over to stare at the ceiling dejectedly, I change my method of suffering and grab a pillow and put it over my face. My groan is slightly muffled by my pillow.

“Nico?” A timid voice that I instantly recognize comes from beyond the wall, and Will cracks open the door just a little bit. “C-can I come in?”

“Yeah, don’t mind my suffering,” I say throwing the pillow onto the floor. Will opens the door fully and sets his bag down on his desk.

“God Nico, I thought you were screwing a girl, from the groaning.”

I choke out a laugh despite my inner cringing, and tilt my head to look up at him. “Nope, just dying from the amount of work I’m putting off.”

“Ah,” is all he says, getting out his Advanced Placement Science textbook. I bet Will has never missed turning in an assignment. My polar opposite, he was. Tall, fair, always smiling, way too helpful, and basically the poster boy for perfection.

And probably chokingly heterosexual. Oh, stop your whining, Nico. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone else is.

Will starts to hum quietly, something he tends to do subconsciously when studying. I recognized the tune, “You Are My Sunshine”. It fits quite well for his personality. Despite myself, I smiled a small smile, tempted to join in.

He has a beautiful voice. That fact we’d established the very week we started sharing a dorm, as he tended to like singing in the morning while making breakfast. Of course, I don’t mind.

When he called my name from the small kitchenette, I almost didn’t notice as I’d been zoning out. Practically falling off of the bed, I raise a questioning eyebrow when I get over to where Will was standing.

With the most serious expression I’ve ever seen on his face, Will turns towards me. “Nicholas, we are out of brownie mix.”

I roll my eyes, I’ve already told him my name isn’t Nicholas, but he persists. “So?”

He looks at me like it’s life-or-death. “So? This is not just some silly matter. I need brownies. How do you expect me to survive without chocolate in my system? I’m a college student, not an adult!”

I chuckle. “Are you going to go get some then? It’s 11pm.”

Will sniffed, and nodded crisply, looking off into the distance. He pushes past me before I could react, and grabs his jacket without a word.

Making a split second decision, I blurt out, “I just thought you should know, Will, I’m actually gay,” from my place still in the tiny kitchenette. Heat rises up to my cheeks, and I’m sure I look red as a cherry.

Will gives me a puzzled look, but doesn’t say anything except for “Okay,” and walks out the door.

I lean back against the wall closest, and slump to the floor.

“Oh, merda, merda, merda.”



Well, if that wasn’t surprising. I cannot believe shy, timid Nico just blurted that out, right then and there. Not something I ever imagined he’d do or say.

Humming to myself, my eyes scanning the row of different brownie mixes, I ponder upon what he’s just told me. I mean, I don’t mind at all. Why should I? What is that boy ever going to do? Flirt with me? Like he’d ever do that; he’s too shy.

Shaking my head, I realize I totally forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

“Brownie mix,” I accidentally said aloud, scaring a nearby shopper. I’m sure I am a strange sight. It’s 11:15pm, and I am on a mission for brownies.

Scanning my eyes once more over the rows of different products, I find one that suits my taste and my wallet, and walk over to the checkout aisles.

Yes, I’m definitely a strange sight. In the fast aisle with nothing but dessert mix, tired eyes, and a large need for caffeine. Ah, the lovely life of a pre-med student with little will to live.

The cashier, about my age, just gives me a look that says, “I understand completely.”

Once in my car, my thoughts drift back to Nico’s confession from earlier. The engine groans and complains as I rev it back to life and pull out of the parking lot. Turning on the radio to push away the thought of my roommate, it lands on a radio station playing instrumental music.

The music didn’t really help, just made me anxious so I turned it off almost immediately.

“Well, he was brave for telling me,” I mused aloud. I’m sure you can guess exactly who he was.

“I don’t mind who he screws or kisses, it isn’t my business anyways.” I state aloud for my car to hear.

“Just as long as he-” But before I could fully think that thought I slammed on my mental brakes, almost accidentally slamming on the actual brakes. Instead, I pull over to get a breather and try to not cause too many accidents in my time driving.

“No, Will. Just as long as he doesn’t try to kiss you?! I thought you were better than this!” I chastised myself. “Don’t be homophobic, don’t you dare. The world is changing, and so are you, Will.”

My mind unintentionally pulled up the image of kissing Nico, and I blushed.

Not because I was uncomfortable, or it was strange, or because it felt wrong.

But because it felt right.

“What in the lord?”



When Will got home, he just smiled at me, and set the brownie mix down on the counter.

“Will, it’s 1:30am, you were at the store longer than expected, but I won’t ask. Are you seriously going to make brownies?” I deadpanned, amused.

“Watch me,” was the only answer I got. He didn’t speak as he got out a glass bowl and began gathering together the ingredients.

“Hey, um, I was wondering… What your thoughts were on my, ya know, um..” I trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

Will looked up at me, chocolate dust caught in his long, fair eyelashes making him look boyish and adolescent. He smiled.

“Nico, you are who you are, and you’re my friend. I could care less. Don’t worry, kay?” I hummed in response, glad it was taken so well.

I put in some earbuds, and closed my eyes, the smell of chocolate already wafting my way. At some point in my playlist, I must’ve fell asleep, for when I opened my eyes, the room was dark and the smell of brownies was in the air.

Deciding that what better late night (early morning) snack than brownies, I slipped out of my bedsheets and tip-toed over to the kitchen counter. Spotting the pan in the dark, I realized that I didn’t have my covers on me when I lay down on my bed. Will. Always way too considerate.

Trying to quietly take off the foil covering the chocolate dessert, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, Will was less than six inches away from me. I flinched backwards, hitting my back against the sharp edge of the countertop. His height really seemed to stand out now. I could probably fit under his chin.

I winced, while Will at first looked concerned, and then a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Sorry for scaring you, Death Boy,” he smiled sleepily, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

I examined him in the little light, glaring at the nickname. A sleepy smile, bed head golden curls, voice raspy, and darkened eyes from sleep. God, was Will gorgeous.

“Are they any good?” He looked at me expectantly, startling me out of staring at him. I hoped it was dark enough that my blush was hidden.

I turned around towards the brownies once more. “Let’s see,” I mumbled, before ripping off a piece and stuffing it into my mouth. A wave of chocolate exploded on my tongue, and I smiled. “They’re amazing, Will. Nice job.”

“You’re amazing, Nico,” Will replied back instantly.

I turned around with wide eyes. “Will? Are you still sleeping?” But no, he wasn’t. Just smiling at me happily, a dark blush dusting his cheekbones.

“You are amazing, Nico. Everything about you is amazing. I realize that now. The way you look after trying not to smile, but having it coaxed out anyways. How little you are, yet how much you deny it.” Will chuckled at my starstruck expression, and continued.

“You make me so happy, and I never realized that before. Your eyes never cease to amaze me because they hold the galaxy and all its stars in their depths. Your scowl is endearing to see, especially when you’re mad because you are so much stronger than you think you are. I wouldn’t have survived this year without you. Without your snark and sarcasm, and kindness underneath.”

I just stared as his voice quieted to a whisper. “God, Nico, I-I think I’m in love with you.”

“William Solace, I want you to kiss me right now.” At first, his face was shocked, but then his lips were on mine and all I could think was Will.

Will and his puppy eyes, and fluffy golden hair. Will and his idiotic smile and how he was such a goody-two-shoes. How his lips tasted like sunshine and anxiety and brownies. How his long eyelashes fluttered lightly on my cheekbones. Of how we molded together perfectly with our bodies as close as possible, my hands tangling in his hair, his on my waist. How he was long and lanky and happy and annoying and absolutely beautiful.

The kiss was soft, and heavens above, did I want it to last forever. It wasn’t hard, or brash, or needy. Instead, soft, and tender, and life-giving. Just like Will, I mused.

He smiled softly into the kiss, and broke away. Will leaned his forehead on mine, both of our cheeks flushed, breathing ragged. I looked at his face, close in proximity, wanting to memorize everything of this moment. I wanted to draw constellations with his freckles, and wanted to see the world in the beautiful, clear blue sky that was his eyes.

“I love you too, Sunny Boy.”


Little Nico is finally letting someone in, and showing him his feelings. Yay! Sorry the romance was a bit rushed, I started this at 1am this morning. Thank you to the lovely @argo2impala for sending this prompt to me.

Based off of this photo (x).